Let's Get Lost

 Let's get lost. In a city that never sleeps.

Down streets we've never heard of before. With people who don't know our names.

Let's get lost, 30,000 feet high.
In clouds that look like fairy floss.
Where the air smells like freedom.



















Lets get lost, walking till the soles of our feet hurt, till sunrise becomes marmalade sunset and our hands are clammy from holding each other.

Lets get lost, in busy cafes, in tall coffees and honey dew. Burning our tongues cos it tastes so good.

Lets get lost in each other, when the darkness blankets over us and our limbs entangle awash with drowsy happiness.

Lets get lost.

Baby, let's get lost.

Sabotage

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"Everyone has a lullaby that stays with them long after their childhood fades. It’ll creep into your conscience when the darkness becomes too overwhelming. That’s how it began. With a lullaby. Just ‘playing a game.’ Just 'touching.' But then we grew up and it became more than that. Much, much, more. 

 Sam had been so many different things for me, over the years. My role model, my best friend, my lover, but where it mattered? On paper? At birth? He was my brother… My twin brother." 

Bianca Ellis has it all. Fame, fortune and an unending supply of her favorite whiskey. But when a tabloid gone wrong unearths something illicit from her childhood, she'll have to travel across Tennessee to go back to where it all began. She's got it all planned, until she rear-ends 23 year old college dropout, Toby.

(Sabotage is due for release, January 2015)

Girl, You Can Tell Everybody...

"I'm not feeling it yet!" she said, downing another skittle bomb shot.
"Drink more" I said.
and then it hit her.

There's always that one friend in your life, that you know beyond a shadow of a doubt, you'll be nursing and reminiscing and generally being crazily familiar with well into your golden years.  That friend is this blonde bombshell.   For all intense and purposes, I call her Hazel Nut.

We see each other twice a year if we're lucky because she lives in Melbourne and I live down here, but when we're together, no time has passed between us.  And such was the case when she came down this weekend and we hit the town and made fools of ourselves.


She's the kind of friend I can stand semi nude in front of the mirror with, mascara wand in hand, lingerie in the other, and get lost in a plethora of deep thoughts and silly stories while she yells at me because I haven't curled her hair, the right way.


She's my fifty shades of familiar.